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It has been said that "When you’re in a jam, good friends will bring you bread with peanut butter on it"

... Well, where's my bread with peanut butter??? Forget the peanut butter - never did like them much - just bring the bread, will ya?! I DEMAND TO KNOW WHERE MY BREAD IS!!!

... Hang on ... you don't even know which jar I have, do you?...

... Aaaawww, forgetit ...

... I resign ...

Talking is sharing; Listening is caring...

... A profound, yet rather confusing a philosophy, don't you think? Especially if you think along the lines of the "Sharing is caring" philisophy.... But, then again, I'm not the best of judges...

an update, but as boring as my life gets...

Dear weblog,
There's nothing much to report, really. I'm still in the same dazed mood I have been for the last 2/3 God-forsaken weeks. Well, something did happen a little out of my rather monotonous day to intensify my mood.... - I made 8 small braids on my hair today to get a ... what - permed(?) ... look, but ended up getting a horrifyingly bushy hair, enough to induce a comment from my oh-so-beloved sister - "Haha, look at the Fuzz-ball".
Well, that's enough for now. I shall return to you, dear blog, after I have come out of my 'dazed' mood.
Till then, so long....

I end my pointless post hither.

Gollum...Gollum

Cold be heart and hand and bone;
Cold be travellers far from home;
They do not see what lies ahead;
When sun has failed and moon is dead.